we numb the pain but it’s still there
Beneath the surface
We fight for happiness and no one cares
A brutal preface
To a story that no one dares to tell
All too afraid
Of one persons endless hell
End the day
By fucking all the pain away
It doesn’t work
Saying things I shouldn’t say
They’re just words
Playing a game I will always lose
My voice unheard
Find the rafters and hang my noose
Covered in dirt
My soul takes flight before the weary
A small bird
With broken wings always fearing
For the worst
We are all just animals lying in wait
For sealed fate
A kingdom of words spoken too late
The foundation shakes
Goodnight my love and all my hate
Sleeping with snakes
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I have tears running down my face. Reading this, listening to salts most recent song… I wish I had the words to express how I feel. More and more, I find, how I feel means nothing.
I hope you are doing well, a fan, ceph, has a hard time imagining a world where he is unable to read one of your poems at least once a moth.
Dry your eyes, ceph. How you feel means a lot. I wish I could say pain is fleeting. That we will all be okay. But I cant. I can, however, say that your words have impacted me greatly in the past. You don’t have to be poetic to be expressive. You are proof of that. As for me, I think I’ll be around for quite a while. I just don’t have the strength to end it. So I’m clinging to hope that things will get better. How have you been?
I have found pain to be irrelevant. Imperfection, no matter the excuses, always sucks. I am filled with them. All I can do is sit and listen. Try to find time to to fix the bugs. All the while everything else going on. But, if I can make them smile, does it even matter anymore? A rather absorbed reply, I admit.
“How have you been?” A question It seems I should be able to answer readily. I find I must answer in platitudes. “I’m fine” “I’m ok”.
Such a horrible liar. In any case, you’re in my thoughts, man. Glad to see you’re still out there somewhere.
You writes really very sad things. I hopes your life gets happy and content one day.
btw Have you still not be able to move on from your past relationship? What are your specific problems you are facing?
And you wrote in the poem that you are sleeping with snakes? Do you snakes as pets?
Ok *this* is my favorite poem. For real. Or at least until you post another 😉
You’re a master of coming up with the perfect phrase & rhythm to express a thought. It’s like in just 5 or 6 words you can express a world of conflict that I’m feeling. And that ain’t no easy task.
For me The last 6 lines may be the best thing ever written in the English language. Thanks for this Sammi